sleeping monster


The old fridge is in the house. The new one in resting and emptied. The crying, whining, frazzled monster is now in the bed. Geoffrey and I finished up transfering food from freezer to freezer. He asked where I wantedd my cabinet moved, I told him, and he put it in the shed. NOT where I said to put it. Ah well, it can stay there until my husband changes back from his monster form into the creepy man we all know and love. lol Geoffrey was singing Hit the road Jack, and don’t ya come back no more no more no more, hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more! lol Steve didn’t get the joke, but the song had the dog trying to get us, and Geoffrey laughing, and me and him sharing a joke…it was pretty funny. We finally chased Steve up to bed and while it’s hot as hell in here, it’s calm and peaceful.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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